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Something is hurting you - that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or whips and rubber suits, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.

—Charles Bukowski (via 99lions)

I feel so strange. Don’t you ever feel that way? When I can’t see myself in the mirror, I can’t even feel myself, and I begin to wonder if I exist at all.

—Jean-Paul Sartre (via 99lions)

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browneyedbrunettebabe:

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yanilavigne:

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